zheung kyuhkoh (october 23 / manila)
zheung kyuhkoh Poems
how hard is it to be me when there's no one that can be called as we. i want to speak out but i know there's no one around.
I Hate My Dad
you're so strict and it's making me weak i hate you though i need to owe you
Hate To Say Goodbye
i hate to say goodbye coz i want to be wth you bt wht else can i do
I Can'T Finish It..
..acting like nobody cause its non other than me i stand alone and i am now on my own.
Is It Too Late? ? ?
you hate me and everything dont happen on how its supposed to be you said that youre' sorry but its too late cause im already in agony.
now i’d experienced all the risks that my mom used to insist
For My Cousin
i may not have a true family i can still feel that im really happy its because i have a cous here beside me and its you that i need to be thankful with
A Pretty Stranger From The Past
we're from the past, and saw each other again at last. we're looking back, hiding smiles, yet we're still a pretty strangers from the past.
i've been with you during the hard times, during the pain that keeps on haunting you, and during the times that someone dumped you, yet i've never been that wise.
Something New I Guess
after all the odds that i faced. a rock is still here wearing her old face time passes through with me and the past stopped chasing me
do first love still exist? or am i just remmembering what i cant resist? because of you i forgot that for a moment and because of you i felt to be loved again without any regret
Someone Said This To Me
i gave you my heart but you just surround it with your poisonous, sharp and deadly thorns that obliterates the emotions in my heart but one emotion survived, , sorrow thats making me mealy-mouthed but still im the one that's wrong cause you are the best of all the best and its really true youre the best in putting my heart in deep pain and making me grisly to love again..
I made a posy, while the day ran by: “Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.” But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they
A Word For You All
words are simple but its horrible. words make us happy but its Up to us to be in favor do words only hurt us? . but who am i to ask.
now i’d experienced all the risks
that my mom used to insist
it’s quite tiring but good
and it made me to be tough as a wood..